August Catch All

[insinning]

Who • Vogel (Emil Sinclair) and YOU
What • Catch all for August - any dungeon runs, misc. stuff happens here. I'll toss up open TL from now and then that don't fit with event posts.
When •All Throughout August
Where • Mac Anu and Lumina Cloth.
Content Warnings • none, will add if any pop up later

Comments

[insinning]

[Sinclair smashes his way through the last one with a little huff, as the final set of mimics disappear in a wave of pixels. Done.]

Will we really need more?

[Onwards into the fleshy gross dungeon!

With some strange looking starfish sticking to the walls. Gross.]

[bleatingedge]

[Leo squints at the wall starfish with a bit of disdain.]

A bit weird of a place for these to spawn, don't you think?

[secondthoughts]

[ Look. The stone worked! Hector shrugs.

He only spares the starfish a glance, resists the urge to roll his eyes. Ugh. ]

There has to be more to this dungeon than metaphors. Aren't we here for a specific quest?

[ Or is this really just some weird joke by the devs? ]

[userunfriendly]

What meta--

[ Winter glances at Vogel, and then decides against completing that question. What teenagers get up to searching on the internet is their own business, but he's not going to contribute. ]

Mm. A "famous book" is in here somewhere. Since monsters don't usually drop loot, there should be a chest.

[ He hopes, because if they have to get up to their elbows in flesh wall to find it, he's out. Quest or not. ]

[insinning]

[? ??? ??????

A starfish was a metaphor for something?]

Usually it's towards the end, isn't it?

[By the way guys. Those star fish? Are squirting water as you walk by. Have fun]

[bleatingedge]

[Upon seeing the starfish squirt, Leo immediately swings his staff in an arc, forgoing theatrics and unleashing a spell right then and there.]

MeGam Rom.

[His chant is quick and to the point, firing a blast of rocks at the stupid fucking starfish. He's not getting wet in this dungeon, no thanks.]

[secondthoughts]

Then let's find this book and—

[ One starfish sits on the other side of the hallway, away from Leo's rocks. It squirts, and a generous deluge splatters over Hector's hair, face, shoulder. ]

—Eugh!

[ No!! He did not consent to this!!!

He stops in his tracks, wipes his face... Is this really water. Or is he imagining it stickier than it actually is? ]

[userunfriendly]

[ The dismayed look on Michel's face is initially an "oh no! how could they be going for our healer!" look. It takes... a good few seconds of staring at Hector before a lightbulb appears to go off somewhere in his head. ]

...I no longer wish to know the metaphor.

[ Very firmly! In case anyone felt the need to clarify after the fact!!

He will instead head forth to dice remaining starfish. If they get anything in his hair, he's out. ]

[insinning]

[What metaphor???? He wrinkles his nose at the mess on Hector and then works on stabbing more starfish.

Carry on gentleman. Don't let any latch onto you!]

[bleatingedge]

[Ah shit, Leo missed one. Sorry Hector!!

He conjures another volley of rocks, this time including the other one in the area of effect. ]

MeGam Rom.

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector wipes the last of the water (?) from his face as Leo gets rid of the last starfish, and he shoots him a glance. ]

Thanks.

[ His shoulder and hair is still wet, but... He'll manage that later. He marches forward again, determined to get out of this area. ]

Let's go.

[userunfriendly]

[ Marching is good. The sooner they're out of this fleshy, squirting mess of a dungeon, the happier everyone will be. Winter grunts agreement and heads to the front again. ]

Keep an eye on your SP. I only have one whiskey.

[ Which may be a joke. Although they may also richly deserve it after this run. ]

[insinning]

Why would we need--

[And, what's that in the corner of his eye? Sinclair moves without thinking and bam. Bye bye Fate Worm.

Hello, gold.

Everyone gets an extra 1000 GP to their wallets]

...ah.

[bleatingedge]

Oh, nice.

[Leo happily picks up the 1000 gold pieces.]

I blew a bit more SP against those starfish than I would've wanted, but I still have enough. I think.

[It would be really funny if he actually ran out, but he's fine. Really.]

[secondthoughts]

[ Money! Hector scarcely acknowledges it, however, since he's more focused on their goal. ]

You guys are good at your jobs. Keep it up, and I won't need the whisky.

[ But he'll drink later, anyway. Probably.

Anyway. Rounding the next corner without consulting anyone in search of this book. It better be raunchy porn, otherwise this dungeon has lied to him and he went through all that for nothing. ]